[To the other bailiff.]
Why don't you keep your hat on, as I do? Who is going to observe formalities among people of his own class?
ANTONY.
Your own class? You blackguard!
ADAM.
You are right—we are not among our own class! Scoundrels and thieves are not of our class! [Points to the dresser.] Open that up! And then three steps away—so that you can't sneak anything out of it!
ANTONY.
What? What?
CLARA (enters with things to set the table).
Shall I—[She stops, speechless.]